My daughter had a friend growing up that we knew for years. We didn’t spend much time with the family, but we would see them in church, the girls would get together occasionally, and we would see them at school events.
And we never saw the father. Ever.
There was much good-natured discussion and speculation in our family. We were pretty sure he was there, but had no idea where. It could be that he was actually there, but we didn’t know what he looked like. It could be that he really was a story that they made up. It could be that he was a spy and couldn’t let anyone know he existed. Of course, we didn’t ask the friend. That would spoil the fun of the hunt.
Turns out that he was a doctor and had a pretty irregular schedule, and once we saw a picture of him, we realized he was there more than we realized. He was just pretty quiet and blended in well.
He was there the whole time. He mattered in his family’s life because he was real, and it’s the only explanation that mattered.
Shouldn’t our relationship with our heavenly Father be the same? It’s really quite simple. It doesn’t matter if anyone else believes us. It just matters that God is Real. We can learn, explore, explain, and defend, but in the end it all flows from this solid foundation. Why do we do what we do? Because God is Real. Why do we worship? Because God is Real. Why do we have faith? Because God is real.